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[voxslays]

Lucifer’s Daughter Headcannons

Lucifer x Reader: If Lucifer and Reader had a daughter, here’s what I think she would be like. or an excuse for me to talk about apple white…

Personality

First of all, personality. Your daughter would be raised by Lucifer, therefore picking up some of his both positive and negative traits, but let’s start positively.

Your daughter would be very creative. Her father was a dreamer; having beautiful (rejected) ideas and dreams for humanity. We saw in episode five how Lucifer would use his powers to show baby Charlie magic—so I doubt your child would be any different. Although Lucifer would be worried about her ending up like him.

Your daughter is very empathetic. Always helping injured little animals she finds in your back garden. Also, speaking of animals, it’s like she can speak to them. Animals really like and trust her—and by the time she gets older, she has an army.

Very charismatic. Your daughter would be extremely popular in school. Not only because she’s a princess of hell and the daughter of a fallen angel—but because of her charisma and charm. She is extremely outgoing, and will walk up and talk to anyone. Almost everyone loves her—how could they not?

Unfortunately, she would probably have selfish tendencies. Having been spoiled her entire life, she expects everything to be handed to her on a silver platter. And yes, while she can be down-to-earth and empathetic, she isn’t a perfect Angel.

As a teenager, your daughter would likely experience extreme anger issues. We’ve seen Lucifer can control his anger and annoyance…but he’s also been alive for eons. A teenager wouldn’t be able to do that.

She also inherits her father’s powers. From childhood all the way up into her teenage years, she will struggle to control them. Her powers getting stronger the angrier she gets. She is completely out of control, and has to be calmed down.

Looks/Appearance

Blonde. Very very blonde. There is no way she doesn’t inherit the signature blonde Morningstar locks. Oh, and those adorable rosy red cheeks. She’s so cute!

However, she will have your complexion and eyes. I also can imagine your daughter having curly little ringlets or locks, which is extremely hard to brush, because she cries every. single. time. and you just feel so bad about it.

Overall, I think your daughter would look (and dress) something like apple from ever after high, with your eye color and skin tone ofc. (God I love her so much).

Name

Okay. I know I’ve mentioned Apple White already in this post…but I just love her so much! Can you guys imagine Lucifer having a daughter like her?

Do I think he would name his daughter something like Apple? Definitely. I mean, he was the one who offered eve the forbidden fruit; an apple. And he just likes apples.

Another name is Evangeline. Depending on who you ask (or what you google lol) Evangeline can mean one of three things. Angel, messenger, or ‘good news.’ So not only does this name remind him of the good days back in heaven, but also his brother Gabriel, the messenger…is that too much of a stretch?

Another good one is Penelope. The name Penelope is Greek and means ‘weaver’ (not important) or ‘duck’. Wouldn’t it be so cute if Lucifer named his daughter something duck related? You can’t tell me otherwise.

The last name I can think of is Aurelia. (I actually knew an Aurelia lol). Aurelia means ‘golden’ or ‘the golden one.’ Not only is Lucifer referred to as ‘the golden angel’ in mastermind, but he would treat his daughter like a golden treasure. A chance to start over and fix his previous mistakes as a father.

Idk if I should make a part 2…but if I do, would u guys rather it be more Headcannons for Lucifer’s daughter, or a different characters child?

[biceratops7]

I’m gonna SCREAM-

We’ve already established as a fandom that Metatron could teach a masterclass on gas lighting, but I wanna talk about how he specifically validates the things Aziraphale cares for while simultaneously devaluing them under the surface.

First off, this moment?

Tells us everything we need to know. It sets the scene for exactly the games Metatron is playing. He makes Muriel feel important while openly insulting them (flat out calling them stupid), aka seamlessly reinforcing the idea that they’re less than to both them and anyone else in the room. He knows he can get away with this easily, he knows that Muriel, lonely, overlooked little Muriel, will be completely distracted by the fact that someone so important is taking an interest in them.

This is already horribly clever, but then later on you realize it’s doing even MORE heavy lifting when he appoints Muriel to run the bookshop. “See? What’s important to you is what’s important to me! I’ve graciously taken the time to ensure your beloved shop is looked after by Muriel. You know, the dim one!” …let’s suffice it to say he’s ensnared too birds with one net for this one, and that a pattern is already starting to arise.

So when Metatron says Gabriel came to Aziraphale because he’s a “natural leader” and “doesn’t just tell people what they wanna hear”? Yah he’s full of shit. Aziraphale struggles with his sense of purpose when he doesn’t have someone or something guiding him, and for thousands of years he’s been terrified of sharing his true feelings and opinions to 90% of people he’s known. Completely just trying to butter him up. Wanna know the real reason Gabriel seeks asylum with Aziraphale?

Exactly this. Gabriel just says so point blank. It’s not because Aziraphale is this person for him, it’s because despite knowing nothing, he has this instinct that Aziraphale is the only one who can possibly understand why Gabriel did what he did. He is, I mean as far as we know, the only other angel who has fallen in love. (In general, let alone with a demon.)

But nope, can’t have that. We can throw the promise of restoring Crowley in the mix to sweeten the pot, but we can’t acknowledge why he’d want that so badly in the first place. So now it’s cause they work so well together. We can praise the angel for the fallen archangel Gabriel himself coming to him protection and guidance, give him a gold star. But we couldn’t DARE imply that it was by virtue of Aziraphale’s courage to choose earthly love over heavenly. How Gabriel didn’t need a leader, but a friend who’s truly known the joys of adoring that “particular person” and the pain of needing to hide it.

Cause then Aziraphale would start getting crazy ideas, like that his silly little human feelings have a great deal of worth. That they have the power to inspire, form cracks in the institution, fundamentally weaken what has controlled and harmed him. We wouldn’t want him to know the true value of the cards he holds when he has the ace in a match against you, now would we? After all…

Metatron uses this ingeniously sinister tactic of taking away Aziraphale’s choice while giving the illusion that he’s actually opening up doors. Notice how he tells Aziraphale he would have the authority to do something as extraordinary as turn a demon into an angel, yet he never once puts the much simpler alternative of just working with a demon on the table? The sleight of hand here is that he’s being offered the opportunity to freely be with Crowley… but he’s already freely with him as is, no bargain to be made. In fact he fought to be. Metatron disappears this accomplishment right before our eyes, while seamlessly maintaining the illusion to Aziraphale that he (Zira) is in control.

He sets Aziraphale up for failure by only providing the option he knows Crowley will not only decline but be deeply hurt by. It’s all so cleverly planned. Once this plays out exactly how he wants, he delivers the finishing blow by diminishing Crowley and his “damned fool questions”. Suddenly doing a complete 180 and emphasizing how foolish and troublesome he is. Metatron was offering Crowley by Aziraphale’s side as The Carrot. Now he’s telling Aziraphale it was stupid of him to want The Carrot, un-heavenly.

Aziraphale’s life, love, happiness, it’s all not only a massive inconvenience for Metatron but a liability. He has successfully taken a weapon from Aziraphale’s hands he didn’t even know he had. Metatron sees the writing on the wall, and he wants it contained.

[moody-alcoholic]

Sub Ala Angeli

Part 8 - How To Kill A Demon

Summary: Ghoap x fallen angel!reader, mini fic. Sub ala angeli - Under the wing of an angel.

CW: Violence, assault, vomit, sex, PiV sex, fingering, size diffrence if you squint, reader is a virgin.

AN: I have not written smut in what feels like ages so I hope you enjoy whatever this is.. If there was a song to sum up this fic it has to be this: Gabrielle Aplin - The Power of Love

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Enjoy <3

“He’s here.” Johnny says suddenly getting up off the sofa. You look over as Johnny is already out the door, you can’t see anything but you think you can hear a car. Simon reaches over for your hand, you look up at him and smile, lacing your fingers with his.

“Don’t be nervous, John’s nice.” He says. You believe him but you’re still nervous. He could think you’re some kind of freak and refuse to help, although you don’t think Johnny or Simon would be friends with him, or trust him if that was the case. 

Maybe you should hide your wing, ease him into it, let him meet you first before you shock him. You don’t get time to worry about it though, the door to the cabin opens. You both stand, Simon leaves you to walk over. You hear Johnny laughing then you see the second man - John - come through the door. 

You slowly walk around the table keeping your wing tight against your back. He hugs Simon, patting him on the back before his eyes land on you. Johnny comes over to hold your hand and pulls you gently closer to them. John doesn’t take his eyes off you. He seems entranced, his eyes darting from your face to your wing. You feel embarrassed all of a sudden. 

He takes a step towards you and holds out his hand. “John Price.” He says, you shake his hand but you’re not sure what to say. Now you’re just standing there with your mouth open.

“We call her Angel, for obvious reasons.” Johnny says as you let John's hand go. He does seem nice, he’s older than Johnny and Simon, or maybe it’s just the beard that makes him look old. 

“Tea?” Simon asks, cutting through the silence in the room. “Then we’ll catch you up.” Everyone mumbles and nods as you all make it over to the table. Johnny sits next to you, his hand landing on your thigh. His touch is comforting and grounding, even though you’ve barely finished your first cup Simon still brings you a new one and you warm your hands on it.

Johnny and Simon get to explaining how they found you and what's been happening over the last few days, they leave out the part about Johnny’s fate talking about the things they’ve seen like you saving Mary and the glimpse into heaven. 

You help them explain the questions about angels and heaven, angelic energy and some other things they clearly don’t quite understand. John listens eagerly, sipping his tea and nodding and asking questions, his eyes flick back to you every now and then almost like he’s checking to make sure you are real. 

You smile at him and try to relax, he seems nice and with the way Johnny and Simon talk to him they’re definitely close. Suddenly your eyes are drawn to the muted TV still playing the news. A shiver runs up your body as you see a familiar scene to yesterday, a person with a microphone stood outside blue and white police tape. 

You get up out of your chair causing the conversation to stop. You walk over to the TV to get a closer look at the headline. ‘Farmer 34, killed in freak accident.’ It makes something twist in your stomach, that's the second death in 2 days, not even 24 hours between them. Could it be a coincidence? Could be something a lot worse. 

“Oof, 2 deaths in 2 days. That's a bout of bad luck if I've ever seen it.” Johnny says, you turn to look at him.

“Everything happens for a reason. There is no such thing as bad luck.” You say turning back to the TV, then you remember the dream. The car crash and the boy, the fight with the demon. You watch as the TV switches back to the newsroom. 

“I need to go to the crash site.” You say turning again and looking at Simon who nods. 

_____

It’s a short drive, shorter than you thought it would be. Which means it happened close, you’re not sure if that's good or bad. Something just feels wrong. Simon pulls the car up into a layby by where the crash happened. You can see there are still black tire marks and broken glass on the road. Police tape broken and still tied around the tree, and a post. 

You get out of the car first, the road is silent, the whole area sounds silent. The only noise is the wind blowing through the trees. Johnny explained in the car that since the main road was built off the motorway these old back roads hardly get used outside of locales and tractors. You hear everyone walking behind you, sometimes talking but you drown them out focusing on what you’re doing.

Although you’re not quite sure what you’re looking for, you walk over to where the car crashed into the tree. You run your hands over the ruined bark. You feel a chill in the air, you look around. Something still feels wrong, you turn looking over the field, it’s just like your dream only the grass is shorter and the field looks smaller. You walk out into the long grass, you feel a breeze, it’s nice. You can just about touch the tips of the grass with your fingers and you run your hands over it  stretching your wing out. 

You let yourself relax. Maybe you’re just thinking too much. Maybe you’re just paranoid about Johnny getting hurt. You close your eyes and breathe in the cold air, suddenly something hits you hard in the back and you're thrown to the ground. You spin around using your wing to swing at whatever is behind you. It’s an angel, not any normal angel, a Seraphim. 

You watch as they materialise a weapon in their hands. You see them cry out as they thrust it down. You roll away. You look over hearing Johnny and Simon shouting. You don’t have time to watch as they materialise another spear in their hands and throw it at you. You roll away again using your wing and arms to push you to your feet. 

They’re attacking you but you can’t fight back. You look at them bringing your arms up to block whatever they’re about to throw at you next. You reach your hand out, you feel heat travel down your arm and watch as the golden glow of a knife materialises in your hand. 

Before they can attack you again you hold it in front of you blocking their spear. They smile and glide down to the ground as the spear vanishes from their hand. You drop your hands but keep the knife, just in case. Your heart is pounding in your chest, there's a new feeling running through your body. 

It’s like your whole body is tingling, you can hear better, see better. You hear a noise behind you and before you can think you swing, plunging the knife into whatever is behind you, it just so happens to be Johnny.  

“Oh Johnny, I’m so sorry.” You let the knife go and it vanishes from your hand and Johnny’s stomach.

“I’m going to be sick.” He calls before turning and dubbing over vomiting on the ground.

“What the hell!?” Simon shouts, rubbing Johnny’s back.

“I’m sorry Johnny. It can’t hurt humans though.” You say trying to apologise. Even if you can’t hurt humans you still feel bad. 

“What on Earth is going on? Who is she?” John asks, pointing at the Seraphim. So they can see her.

“They’re your guardian angel.” You say.

“Why did they attack you?” 

“I was proving a point.” The angel says. You nod and hold your hand out, Johnny slowly stands back up and turns back towards you as a curved glowing knife materialises in your hand. 

“Woah, how did you do that?” Johnny asks, coming over to run his fingers over the blade.

“I have more power here than I thought.” you say smiling. You flip the knife in your hand before dropping it and letting it fizzle out of existence. 

“These are only useful against demons.” You say turning back to the angel. 

“That's all you need.” 

“Why are demons after Johnny?” You ask, they just smile. They don't know or if they do they can’t tell you. You’ve never fought demons before, you’re trained for it. You learn about it but in reality they’re not really a threat, they rarely ever interfere with humans. They definitely never bother angels, all you know about are stories. 

“Have you ever fought a demon?” You ask the Seraphim. Their smile fades and they turn away, they probably have it’s their job to protect the other angels. You look over at Johnny who’s smiling but has an eyebrow raised. Simon looks more confused, his arms crossed like John. 

“Why me?” You ask, this time you’re going to push for an answer but you feel like you’re not going to get it. They bend over and their hand comes over to cup your face, it's warm and you feel the energy you used to fight her becoming restored. 

“For He will command his angels concerning you, to guard you in all your ways.” They say, you hang your head feeling guilty. It’s not your job to question why, just to protect them. You nod as they float back.

“Why can't his angel protect him?” You ask, looking around. You haven’t seen their angels in what feels like a while. And how come John has a Seraphim for a guardian angel. They’re not guardian angels, they are the guardian’s of heaven, of other angels. They’re too important to be worrying about humans. 

“They don’t have the power you do.”

“What does that mean?” You ask. If anything they have more power then you, you have one wing and what feels like barely any angelic energy. They have unlimited power and both wings. They smile, coming down to rest their hand on your shoulder again. 

“You have a power no angel ever has. You know what it feels like to love purely.” They say, you frown, you're still not quite getting it then it clicks. You turn to look at Johnny and Simon. Angels don’t know how to love, sure in heaven everyone is overcome with joy but it’s not the same. 

You love them, you want to save them because you love them. Their angels don’t, if it’s their time then if anything their angels will just step back and watch it happen. You won’t though because you can feel what they feel. You feel what it’s like to love someone and not want to see them hurt. 

“I-” When you turn back to the angel she’s gone. Typical, leaving you with half the clue and still no idea what you’re supposed to be doing. 

“What did she mean?” Simon asks, his hand landing on your shoulder. You turn to look up at him. 

“Angels can’t love the way humans love. But I feel human emotions, I will fight to make sure Johnny lives, your angels can’t.” You explain, his hand runs down your arm. 

“But if everything is written and John’s death is being foretold doesn’t that mean it’s going to happen.” John asks. You shake your head looking past Simon over at Johnny. 

“When demons are involved nothing is set in stone.” You say.

_____

When you get back to the house the mood feels different. Johnny takes John into town to get him booked into a BnB before going to the store. You weren't happy with him going alone but Simon said he would be okay so you distract yourself with helping Simon cook again. 

When Johnny gets back you help him put the shopping away, you’re just happy he’s back and safe. You cuddle with him on the sofa as Simon finishes up in the kitchen. It feels nice, spending time with them. You learn more about John and some of the things they do for work. They keep the conversation light, staying away from anything negative and Johnny won’t let you watch the news. 

When you’re done eating Johnny leads you to the bedroom while Simon takes a shower. You end up in eachothers arms as you wait for Simon to come back.

“Johnny. You might die tomorrow.” You say, his hand comes to your face, his thumb brushes your cheek.

“It’s going to be okay.” He says. You don’t believe him, how can he know that? You sigh, looking up at his shining blue eyes. He leans in and kisses you. It shocks you a little, his lips are soft though and you close your eyes sinking into the kiss. His hand runs over you, goosebumps rise on your skin following his soft touches. He lingers on the soft spots on your belly, your arms, your hips. 

As he presses his tongue in your mouth your wing wraps around him pulling you into a warm cocoon. You hear the door open as Simon comes into the room without turning the lights on. You break from the kiss but Johnny doesn’t let you squirm from his grip. His hand travels down your body stopping at your waist. You feel Simon pulling the duvet back and scooting into the bed behind you. 

He’s shirtless and warm as he presses up against your back. You move your wing so he can reach over to feel Johnny whose fingers are pressing into the soft skin on your waist. Your heartbeat starts to pick up, you feel your body getting warm. There’s a pulse running through you, the kiss, their arms wrapping around you have you all hot and bothered.

Johnny hums, his hand running down your thigh. It makes your breath hitch in your throat. It’s almost like he can feel the changes in your body, your breath picks up, your hands run up his chest. Simon presses his back against you, his hand runs down your body. 

“Wanna try something?” Johnny asks, you look up at him, he’s smiling. You nod and he leans in to kiss you again. This time it’s more needy, his tongue moves faster, saliva builds in your mouth as Johnny’s hands run up to gently press on your shoulder. As he breaks from the kiss Simon moves, giving you room to lay on your back.

Now you wish you didn’t have your wing in the way. You pull it up and Simon sits up in the bed so you can tuck it behind him. They both prop themselves up on their arms beside you. You look between them not sure what's going to happen next but before you can ask Simon’s free hand comes to pull your face towards him so he can kiss you. 

His kiss starts slower, almost like he’s trying to test how fast he can go, how deep he can press into your mouth. Johnny’s hand is already up your top, as soon as his fingers brush your nipples you moan breaking from the kiss. You see the wet shine of Simon’s lips, his brown eyes look almost golden in the low evening sun. 

Simon smiles, still leaning over your face, his free hand travels slowly down your stomach into the waistband of your underwear. You spread your legs, Johnny shuffles closer to you pressing kisses on your face and into your neck. Simon’s hand makes it to your clit, the brief contact makes you shiver and you spread your legs further. 

“Relax, love.” Johnny says in your ear, his voice is low, his breath is hot. “Let us make you feel good.” You look up at Simon who smiles pressing a quick kiss on your lips as the tips of his fingers tease your entrance. Simon presses them into you, and you grip the bedding letting out a moan. You forgot how thick his fingers are, you can hear the wet sound of him pulling his fingers in and out. 

“You make such pretty little noises.” Johnny says pulling your shirt up to expose your breasts. You don’t know how to respond but you watch his eyes widen before his mouth locks round one of your nipples. One of your hands comes up to run your fingers through his hair, you’re almost pressing him down harder onto your nipple. 

“Si-” His name catches in your throat as his fingers curl up inside you. He’s hitting that spot again, the one that makes your breathing turn into pants and you sink further back into the bedding. “Simon.” 

“Yeah? Feel good?” He asks, you look up at him and nod. He smiles reaching down to press another kiss on your lips. This time he lingers for a few seconds, when his lips leave you feel them tingle. Johnny’s moans on your breast and it sends vibrations through your chest. 

You can feel yourself getting closer to that peak, you start to squirm, your fingers grip Johnny’s hair. 

“Gonna cum love?” Simon asks, his fingers speeding up. You can’t speak but you nod, tipping your head back into the pillows and arching your back as you cum. You moan pulling on Johnny's hair he sucks hard on your nipple teasing it with his teeth, Simon slows his thrusts working you through the orgasm. 

You’re panting as Simon pulls his fingers out of you. Your whole body is throbbing. You whimper as Johnny pulls off your nipple and you let go of his hair. 

“Eager little one aren't you?” Johnny says his fingers coming round to brush your face. Your whole body feels warm, especially your face. “You’re glowing again.” You look down at your body, you are glowing, maybe that's why you feel so warm. 

Simon leans over you pressing his lips to yours, you close your eyes kissing him back as Johnny moves off the bed. You break from the kiss to look over at him once you hear the sound of a floorboard creaking. You sit up watching him pull his clothes off. 

Simon helps you take your clothes off then you move to the end of the bed. He kneels behind you, his hands land on your shoulders and he pulls you up against his back. You lean back getting comfortable, his arms wrap around you holding you tight against him. You relax your wing letting it flop off the bed, giving Simon room to press close to you.

You look up at Johnny who’s naked now, it’s the first time you’ve seen him naked. You’re not sure what you were expecting, he’s fit, well built and you can see the defined muscles and scars. He’s hairy too, all over, you swallow the lump in your throat as your eyes wander down to his hands. 

He smiles at you taking another step forward, you feel embarrassed all of a sudden, you’re not sure what you’re supposed to do. You watch as he runs his hand up and down his cock, he looks big, or maybe it’s not, you don’t exactly have anything to compare it to. It’s not like there’s sex education in heaven. 

“Is it going to hurt?” You ask Johnny, looking up at his face.  

“No. Not at all, it might feel strange at first but we’ll go nice and slow.” He says smiling. 

“If you need to stop at any point, you just have to say.” Simon says, you can’t turn to look at him but he sounds relaxed, his arms are keeping you stable against his body. You nod looking back over at Johnny as his fingers run between your thighs and up to your pussy. He presses his fingers against your entrance before gently pressing them in. You let out a moan and arch your back. 

Simon’s hand comes down to your stomach lightly pressing it down. You let out a long shaky breath looking down at Johnny who's smiling. You feel his resting cock twitch on your stomach, Simon’s hand reaches down rubbing his palm over he head of Johnny’s cock making him twitch again. 

You sit as still as you can while Johnny’s fingers curl up inside you it makes your whole body throb. You rock your hips, you almost want to beg him to put his cock in you, you want to feel what it’s like, you just don’t want to be too eager. 

“C’mon, Johnny. Don’t keep her waiting.” Simon says moving his hand off Johnny and up your chest. His hand comes up to gently cup one of your breasts, his thumb brushes over your nipple and it makes your breath hitch in your throat. 

Johnny doesn’t wait though, reaching down to grip his cock and pressing the tip against your entrance. You’re keeping as still as possible which is getting slightly harder with Simon’s fingers pinching and squeezing your nipples. It’s sending vibrations all the way down your body. Johnny looks up at you one more time before easing in. 

It's like instant fireworks, it burns but in a good way. He stops for a second panting and looks up at you, like he needs permission to continue. You nod and he presses in some more, this time it feels like you’re being stretched to your limit. You let out a groan and he rests there for a few seconds letting you get used to the feeling. 

“Bloody-” Johnny pants his hands squeezing your hips. “You feel amazing love.” You instantly blush and clench around him which makes more moans come out his mouth as he slowly starts to rock his hips. Each drag of his cock feels good and when he presses all the way inside of you, you feel so… full. 

It feels good, and with Simon playing with your nipples and pressing kisses into your neck it’s not long before you’re moaning along with them.

“Relax.” Simon breaths in your ear. His hands leave your breasts to squeeze the tension out your shoulders. You look up at Johnny who smiles at you, slowing his thrusts. You want to tell him to speed up again instead you try to listen to Simon and relax. 

“Let me help.” Simon says, his voice is low in your ear it sends shivers down your body as one of his hands trails down your stomach and lands on your clit. The instant his fingers press onto it you moan out tipping your head back. 

You feel Johnny slow so he can match Simon's fingers circling your clit. It feels like there’s energy pulsing through your whole body, Johnny is gentle, moving your legs when he needs to. He angles your hips slightly as and it feels like he's driving into you even harder.

Your hands reach down and you press on Simon's hand. He hums in your neck speeding up his fingers. You tip your head back and your body goes limp against him. 

“Chri- love. You’re so perfect.” Johnny says leaning over you, his hand reaching over you landing on Simon’s shoulder. He’s pounding into you harder, before you can stop yourself you’re cuming, your wing shoots up as your body tenses. 

“That’s it, love makes him feel good.” You hear Simon say as his fingers don’t stop, Johnny speeds up too. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Johnny pants, his face is close to yours, his other hand is on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin. Simon doesn’t stop, his fingers are relentless. You didn’t think you would be able to cum again so quickly but you can feel it rising in you and before you know it your body throbs. 

“Holy-” Johnny cums too, you feel each pulse of his cock as he spills inside of you. 

You let your body relax as Simon’s hand leaves your clit. Your heart is hammering in your chest as Johnny slows down his thrusts working himself though the orgasm. Your body tingles as Simon presses kisses into your telling you how good you’ve been. You smile at the praise letting it make you feel all warm inside. 

As Johnny pulls out he leans over to kiss you, his hands cupping your face. “So, perfect.” He says between kisses. 

“What about Simon?” You ask suddenly, feeling strangely guilty. 

“What about Simon?” Johnny asks, standing up. You’re not sure what to say. 

“I’m okay, love. We’ll have plenty more opportunities.” He breathes into your neck. Johnny smiles, running his hands down your legs. 

“Bath?” He asks you, you nod a little too eagerly. He holds his hand out and you take it standing up with Simon’s help. Your legs feel like jelly and the first few steps you take are wobbly. Johnny chuckles, wrapping his arm around your waist to steady you. 

To your surprise the bath is already almost full. Johnny sticks his hand in and feels the water before running the hot tap. The water looks clean and you could hear Simon having a shower, did he plan this? Did he know you would need a bath? 

You smile as Johnny climbs in, sitting back then gesturing for you to join him. It’s a little awkward at first, arranging your bodies so your wing is not in the way. Eventually you settle down against him letting the warm water relax your muscles.

“Whatever happens tomorrow we’ll get through it okay?” He says, you look up at him. You trust him but it’s not his job to fix this, it’s yours. 

“I know. It’s going to be okay Johnny. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” You smile. He smiles back and you reach up to kiss him. You’re not going to let anything happen to him or Simon, even if it costs you your life.

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[booksandmate]

actually i think it’s important that they showed us that things weren't so good to begin with. even before gabriel shows up and complicates everything, there's already a certain sense of unease. crowley’s living in his car, asking what’s the point of it all, completely lost. aziraphale calls crowley every time he feels like talking about something good he did now that he's not reporting to heaven (note he's still not that comfortable with the freelance agent situation). things were just, not right. you would expect their lives to take a big turn after the events of s1 but they had more or less fallen back into their old habits. and it’s not really their fault, but they have no idea how to live outside the rules that have dictated their dynamic for their entire history.

[knightofthesevenfandoms]

Bee fell first, Gabe fell harder

I've seen it described the other way around, but I really believe this is how it happened.

Okay, so.

Bee fell first.

That first meeting, at the bar in Russia (?)

Gabe seems annoyed to be there. He's disinterested, doesn't know why he's there.

I don't think either is particularly interested in the other at this point. But it DOES start here. Well, it builds on something that happened at the airbase. Gabe realizes he has an equal who understands the frustration of being held accountable for all of Heaven, and so does Bee, with Hell. It's a strange feeling of camaraderie neither of them has felt before. Which is why Gabe gets flustered by the "Arma-bloody-gedon" and starts to joke about it. And Bee NOTICEABLY perks up when he's being a goofball about it.

Gabe then quickly shuts it down, with the "pity we'll never speak again." I think he's genuinely saying that. It's a shame he won't feel that camaraderie again, since obviously the war is still going to happen. Or so they both believe.

The next meeting. This was a HUGE jump. They went from "we're ready for Armageddon 2.0" to "how about no" in one meeting. Obviously we're given to assume that more meetings than we've seen have taken place. Gabe shows up at the bar and launches into his plan of no Armageddon. I think at this point he's intrigued by the way he feels when he's with them and if the war happens, he doesn't get to explore that more. Bee, on the other hand, is GONE for him at this point. The way they EAT UP his no-Armageddon plan immediately, and the way they're smiling at him?!

AND. The most important bit. When they explain the music to him. They do it SO GENTLY. Bee, the demon who's usually yelling, usually insulting everyone around them. They explain the music to help him understand. And he's receptive to it, maybe not necessarily enjoying the song itself, but enjoying it because Bee likes it. Bee's enjoyment makes him happy.

And the way they look at him when he says that. Head over heels.

I would still argue that at this point, Gabriel is still merely interested in exploring all these new feelings he gets when he's with Bee. He's taking this much slower than Bee. But then he invites them to go look at his statue. Does he understand how vain that is? Probably not, but the fact that he invited them to see something that makes him happy? He took a big step here. Maybe bigger than Bee realizes. This meeting has no pretense, no motive like the previous ones did. Those were "we need to talk about the war" meetings. This one is PURELY for the purpose of meeting up with each other.

And how sad Bee looks when Gabe is talking about how much he enjoys looking at the statue? They want so badly for him to look at them like that, but I don't think they realize that he's almost there.

How could they? They probably have feelings of doubt, of low self worth, because this is the Supreme Archangel Gabriel, they're a demon. He couldn't possibly reciprocate what they're feeling.

Could he?

But then they get their answer, at the pub, with the miracle. This is the angel who frowns upon frivolous miracles, thinks it's a waste of holy energy. He miracles the song to play for them. For no reason other than Bee. To make them happy, to see them smile. And smile they do.

Gabe fell harder

Beelzebub jumped in to their feelings with both feet, but Gabe was more hesitant. He did have a lot more to lose, I'd argue. Bee has already fallen, Gabe probably assumes he could fall for being involved with a demon. Especially since Heaven is probably intensely watching for that after, you know, that other angel and demon. Which is a terrifying prospect, I'd assume, for the angel in charge of everything. And he's vain, he loves himself, loves being righteous, loves the authority of Heaven. So of course he's more hesitant. But he leaves all that behind when he admits to himself that there's something worth more than choosing Heaven.

Y'all. Not only was he ready to fall, he welcomed it. He didn't want to spend another minute in Heaven without Bee. Look at his face when Metatron says he's going to remain an angel. He's SO DONE.

We're lead to believe that falling is the worst thing that can happen to an angel, and Gabriel is willing, no, insistent that he fall.

He wouldn't be falling because of Bee, he'd be falling for Bee.

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The Good Omens Season 2 Soundtrack! 😍❤🎵

The Soundtrack CD has wonderful cover and pics and look at the brilliant booklet! :D When you open it it looks like a box with a fly! :D

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CD:

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Episode description and Track Listing :):

CHAPTER 1: THE ARRIVAL - Retired angel Aziraphale and retired demon Crowley's lives are upended when a visitor arrives on the doorstep of Aziraphale's bookshop, bringing chaos. Local shopkeepers Maggie and Nina get locked in to Nina's coffee shop when Crowley loses his temper. Heaven and Hell are suspicious, and Crowley and Aziraphale have a disagreement.

1. Before the Beginning 2. Good Omens 2 Opening Title 3. Into Soho 4. Something Terrible 5. To The Bookshop 6. Maggie and Nina 7. He’s Smoking 8. Tiny Miracle 9. Heavenly Alarm Bells

CHAPTER 2: THE CLUE featuring the minisode A COMPANION TO OWLS - Heaven and Hell are determined to find the missing angel. An overheard song provides Aziraphale with a Clue. Crowley and Aziraphale visit the pub to discuss ways that humans fall in love. While almost 5,000 years ago Crowley is sent to inflict punishments on the righteous Job, God's favourite person, as Aziraphale learns at first hand about temptation, and what Gabriel will and won't believe.

10. Avaunt! 11. The Song is the Clue 12. It’s What God Wants 13. A Mighty Wind 14. Whales 15. Gabriel Returns 16. His New Children 17. Am I Awful Now? 18. Fallen Angel

CHAPTER 3: I KNOW WHERE I'M GOING featuring the minisode THE RESURRECTIONISTS - Heaven sends the angel Muriel in disguise to spy on Aziraphale and Crowley. Aziraphale drives to Edinburgh in pursuit of his Clue, and learns a little about a lot. The couple's visit to Edinburgh in 1827 involves graverobbery, a statue and an unfortunate encounter with a vial of laudanum. In the present, Crowley is in charge of the bookshop, and is disappointed by human beings and the weather.

19. Police Arrive 20. Scotland 21. We’re Going to Hell 22. People Get a Choice 23. My Car is Not Yellow 24. Beelzebub in Hell 25. The Book 26. The Fly 27. Mr. Dalrymple 28. We Need to Cut 29. I’m Going to Save Her 30. Crowley Goes Large 31. Not Kind 32. Beelzebub Isn’t Happy

CHAPTER 4: THE HITCHHIKER featuring the minisode NAZI ZOMBIE FLESHEATERS - Aziraphale's good deed of picking up a hitchhiker on his way back to Soho proves to be a serious mistake. In 1941 Crowley and Aziraphale encounter some surprising adversaries, old and new, as the Nazi spies who almost entrapped Aziraphale return as zombies from the dead, intent on preventing him from attempting a bullet catch on the West End stage.

33. Hell-O 34. Nazi Zombies 35. March of the Nazi Zombies 36. Crowley Pep Talk 37. The Magic Shop 38. Catch The Bullet 39. Zombies in the Dressing Room

CHAPTER 5: THE BALL - Aziraphale tries to bring Maggie and Nina together by organising a meeting of the Whickber Street Shopkeepers and Street Traders Association. In Hell, Shax is determined to launch a full scale attack on the bookshop, with a legion of demons at her command. Nina's heart is broken, as is a bookshop window. Gabriel has a close encounter with Mrs Sandwich and a small plate of cakes.

40. I’ll Let You Have It 41. We’re Storming a Book Shop 42. Monsieur Azirophale 43. The Candelabra 44. Here Comes Hell 45. Gabriel Gives Himself Up 46. Shax 47. The Circle

CHAPTER 6: EVERY DAY - Crowley becomes a Heavenly bee and learns the truth about the Armageddon sequel. Aziraphale defends his bookshop from Shax's army and reveals his halo, Maggie and Nina become warriors, and Jim the assistant bookseller gets some hot chocolate. Crowley and Aziraphale get to the bottom of the mystery of the Matchbox. The Metatron brings an oat milk latte, along with a final offer.

48. Bin Through the Window 49. Gabriel Leaving Heaven 50. The Halo 51. Gabriel Revealed 52. Gabriel’s Love Story 53. Leaving The Bookshop 54. Gabriel and Beelzebub 55. Crowley and Muriel 56. I Forgive You 57. Don’t Bother 58. The Biggest Decision 59. The End?

The vinyl should look like this :) (damn, it gorgeous toooo! :D):

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What are your thoughts on Nathaniel as a character?

One piece of praise that I'll give Miraculous is that they did a good job with the minor side characters for the first three seasons. While none of the side characters have been super developed - which isn't a flaw, they're side characters - there's enough there for people to see genuine potential in them. That potential comes from the fact that all of the pre-season-four teens feel like unique individuals that add diversity to their world. None of them are interchangeable which is why almost every side character has at least a few fans who have latched onto that character and will defend them with their lives.

I have nothing against that. It makes perfect sense! If you've fallen in love with a minor side character and love to play with them then more power to you! However, this is a writing blog so we're going to talk about this from a writing perspective not a fan enjoyment perspective. Before we do that, I want to quickly define some rough levels of character importance. Note that there's some gray area here, but I need terms to work with for this discussion to make sense as "side character" is simply too broad a category for this discussion to make sense without some reasonably clear sub-categories.

Character "Levels" in Order of Importance

Main characters - the characters that the story revolves around. If you remove them, then the story falls apart because they're a foundational part of the narrative. Examples: Gabriel and Marinette

Main side characters - the reoccurring characters who aren't needed for the story to function, but who have a clear unique-and-narratively-important role in the story. Remove them and the story requires massive rewrites. Note that I said role, not character or even job. Examples: Alya who is Marinette's best friend and Nathalie who is Gabriel's confident, partner, and many other things

Minor side characters - reoccurring characters that have some level of character development such as having a clear personality, interest(s), and/or relationships. These characters may be given narrative importance in one-off episodes, but their important role will be episode-specific and not something key to the overall narrative. Examples: Kim, Rose, and most of the other teen characters

Background side characters - characters that show up in multiple episodes, but don't have an actual character. They're just there to fill out the world. Examples: Chloe's butler and the lollipop baby

One-off characters - characters that only appear in a single episode. Examples: characters who were only created to become akumas like Mylene's dad who became The Mime and the sculptor who became Copycat

Nathaniel's Place in the Narrative

If we look at the above list, then Nathaniel is a minor side character. He has clear personality traits, interests, and even some clear relationships, but he has no role in the overall narrative. He's not the a main character's best friend or rival. He's not a serious love interest. He's not a mentor or a villain. He's just one of Marinette's many friends which means that you could cut him from the show and the story would still work perfectly fine as the only friend who really matters to the narrative is Alya. That doesn't stop you from making a role for Nathaniel in a fanwork, but it's going to be something you made up not something you're pulling from canon even if it's based on things from canon.

That may sound odd to some since Nathaniel has a full-time miraculous so he's clearly a member of team miraculous, but that's the problem with team miraculous. Over half of the reoccurring cast is part of team miraculous! That means that being a part of team miraculous now holds the same narrative weight as a person being a part of Marinette's class. It's not a well-developed team with unique roles as you can see from the answer to a very simple question: how did Nathaniel earn his miraculous?

Answer: he was physical present when Marinette needed enough people to fill out a football team and Marinette decided to honor that one-off assignment when she handed out permanent miraculous.

That issue is not unique to Nathaniel. Most of team miraculous got their miraculous because Marinette knows them and not because they did anything to prove themselves worthy. Team miraculous is more Ladybug's pokémon than Ladybug's trusted team or even just her valued coworkers. That brings us to a good general rule that you can use to differentiate between main and minor side characters: can a person be told everything they need to know about this character in less than a minute? Let's do a quick exercise to show what I mean.

If Kagami is used in an episode, then any or all of the following may be relevant information: she's a sentimonster, she's Adrien's ex, she knows Ladybug's identity, she and Marinette used to be rivals, she's dating Felix who is Adrien's cousin, she's the holder of the dragon miraculous, she knows the truth about Gabriel, she's the daughter of Tomoe who is some sort of villain that used to work with Gabriel

If Nathaniel is used in an episode, then any or all of the following may be relevant information: he likes to draw superhero comics, he's dating Marc, he's the holder of the goat miraculous, and he used to have a crush on Marinette

As you can see from this list, there are things about Kagami that cannot be quickly communicated to the audience. You have to watch the whole show to understand her. That makes it hard to use her character in an episodic show.

Nathaniel doesn't have those issues. Someone can catch a random episode about his character and have no trouble following along as you can see if you look at these four episodes where Nathaniel gets focused attention: The Evillustrator, Reverser, Gabriel Agreste, and Penalteam. You can watch those in any order and get what's going on. Watch Kagami's episodes out of order and you'll be lost.

This means that Nathaniel is arguably a better addition to the cast because Miraculous is an episodic show. I'm not surprised that he already got a one-off episode in season six because that's why shows like Miraculous have large casts of narratively unimportant minor side characters. They're filler fodder that's there to allow the writers to tell lots of stories without making the show feel too serialized.

My Thoughts on Nathaniel

I'm not the kind of person who delights in developing stories around minor side characters. It feels too much like writing original fiction and I have plenty of original fiction to work on if I want to do that. When it comes to fanfiction, I want to focus on canon's big story elements, the main characters, and/or the main side characters. I'll happily elevate a minor side character to a bigger role if I feel like I need them for the story to work, but I don't force it even if I love the character. For example, my favorite minor side characters are Juleka and Rose, but I rarely ever use them because they're like Nathaniel. They have no clear narrative role that only they can fill so I'm not going to force them into a story when I don't need them. Kill your darlings is a golden rule for a reason!

Nathaniel doesn't make my favorites list, but I don't have any strong negative feelings for him either. I see why people like him, but nothing I've written or even just thought up has him acting as core member of the cast. In my opinion, the core cast is bloated as hell if you're trying to tell a serialized story so I look for people to cut not for ways to add in all of the larger cast. I cut basically every teen but Luka, Kagami, Chloe, Alya, Nino, Adrien, and Marinette. Even then, that list is often shortened to the main four or even the main two depending on the story. I only use all seven in a full rewrite scenario. All of the other teens are limited to minor cameos because they just aren't needed to tell a good canon-focused story and I'm only interested in stuff that focuses on the main elements of canon.

All that being said, I do have one minor way that I might use Nathaniel in the context of a canon rewrite. I like the idea of expanding his crush on Marinette to give Marinette a common teenage experience that feeds her anxiety and explains her crush issues. For this to make sense please note that I usually age the cast up to their first year of lycée. That way they're just a little bit older and it makes a little more sense for all these new kids to be showing up. Also note that this isn't meant to make Nathaniel look bad. No one looks bad in this setup. That's why I like it!

I like the idea that Nathaniel and Marinette were somewhat close in collège. Not best friends, but long-term classmates and mutual members of the art club who got along and spent a decent amount of time together. This led Nathaniel to develop a crush on Marinette. He kept quite about the crush for a long time, but when the end of collège loomed close, he bolstered his courage and asked her out. Marinette anxiety babbled an incredibly awkward, but not unkind rejection.

After that, Nathaniel started avoiding Marinette. Marinette freaked out and tried to fix things. After a few over-the-top fixing attempts that ended poorly, Nathaniel told her that there wasn't an easy fix to this. That it's okay that she rejected him, but it hurt and he needs some space to get over her. She asked how long and he said that he didn't know. The answer ended up being longer than the remaining school year. Collège ended and they went to different lycée so their relationship just kind of ended. No reconciliation but also no animosity. Life just moved on.

This experience fed Marinette's anxiety, leading her anxiety-brain to draw the conclusion that confessions are a bad thing. After all, Nathaniel had a crush on her for ages and everything was fine. The problems only came post-confession. This means that confessions should only happen when you're certain that both parties want to date. Because of this, Marinette will do everything in her power to avoid a romantic confession from a friend. She also refuses to confess her own feelings until she's certain that the feelings are mutual. She's not losing another friend to a crush!

As you can hopefully see, nothing about that paints Nathaniel as a bad guy. It just takes his one-sided crush and uses it to give Marinette issues around dating without those issues being serious trauma that needs professional intervention. Instead, it's just a normal and relatable teenage experience that she needs to work though. I use Nathaniel for this because he's the best fit for it. He canonically had a one-sided crush on Marinette, they're canonically in the art club together, and he's a minor character meaning that I don't need to give him and Marinette a reconciliation arc like I would if I used Nino instead. Plus I like pairing Nino and Alya and Nino is Adrien's best friend so giving Nino and Marinette a past just feels needlessly complex.

Since this may come up, I'll note that I also wouldn't use Luka for this because Luka and Nathaniel aren't interchangeable. While they're both artists of some kind, they're still wildly different characters with contrasting personalities. Luka is absurdly laid back. When Marinette rejected Luka, he was cool with it and their friendship could have continued unchanged if it weren't for Marinette not knowing how to handle things. Nathaniel would not act that way. He's a pretty passionate guy making him the kind of character who would need space. That's the kind of character I need for this idea to work.

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... Lucifer is how Christian Gray believed he is/jk

We already know Lucifer to be THAT guy but this is just a new whole layer and when combine with some info about him and his brothers, we got a pretty interesting case of why he might has a kink for dacryphilia, or how he might, 'allegedly', be a lowkey sadist (not surprising but still give me a gasp when I think about it).

The original source is here, credits to @shyanimeboi and their friend: https://x.com/shyanimeboi/status/1795183592961655077/video/3\

Warnings: Mentions of torture (info from chapter 5 in canon story), 1ncest, sexual content, and some depiction of violence. MNDI

I noticed how he been switching his way of addressing MC from Solomon, to Adam, and to Eve, throughout his chats. And it either a spontaneous things where he group the 3 humans he know the most together and just address MC with them on a whims or it could be something more personal.

The type of unicorn he is talking about is most commonly known in the western folklore, where unicorns are fierce and hostile, and become docile only in the presence of virgins. While occasionally fiction writers have invoked the principle that men can be virgins also (see, e.g. Poul Anderson’s “Honeymouth”), usually, “virgin” implies “girls or women,” and therefore only women who have never had intercourse can tame a unicorn, but it could be also for those that are utterly pure (of heart if not of mind).

So it pretty much confirm it, Lucifer either get freaky in the 0rgy they got going on in Heaven or he get freaky with his brothers, which is weird but compared that to the torture camps and experimental labs on devil children, the possiblities of unhinged millenia old angels banging each others is something I expected but wholely not interested in opening that can of worm.

I would call myself the weird one when I think of some 50 Shades of Gray when I look at this image since in the chat Lucifer seem like a Disney princess:

This part set apart Lucifer and his brothers in a subtle but clear way because unlike how Gabriel and Michael would get into a fight on whether who would get to kill a devil, how Michael would easily commit genocide on an entire race of dragons, and how Raphael would eat his fellow angels for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Lucifer can form a bond with another creature, who would be killed by the trio if he were to show the same attitude as he did with Lucifer. This also reflected how he became Gamigin and Jjok's brother. His normal open-minded aspect is so jarring that when compared to his brothers it stands out like a neon light.

And how he prefers action over words is probably what got him to care for Gamigin, Jjok, and the devils. Devils are honest by nature, and their feelings are worn on their sleeves, with a few exceptions (Leviathan, Orias, etc.), up until now, we rarely see a devil that doesn't commit to their promises or declarations (Satan does bring Minhyeok back from death, Mammon does own Hell's economy, Leviathan live his life perfectly every day for his friends, etc.), in some cases they might really lose limbs or even die for it (in Leraye's event, he broke pieces of his horn to turn them into bullets to protect the city). In a way, he also values genuine actions as proof of one’s character, loyalty, and intentions. Gamigin took him in when Lucifer was a fallen angel and nursed him back to health despite the danger of getting the devil's ire and how much Lucifer rejected his help (and was rude about it too), he persisted and he was consistent in his kindness. Jjok is scared of him, at first, but he still continues to visit and talk to him almost every day while he is in bed, and even begs Satan to not take his "family" away (I will cry again god-).

It also might be an instinct as an angel if he were to compare them to his love for God and how he might find it hard to correct his brothers' mania, where their only purpose in life is to love and worship God, no matter how terrible they become for him. This principle reflects a certain integrity and consistency in him. He expects others to demonstrate their worth through their actions and probably enjoys them trusting him, and he likely holds himself to the same standard (ie, how he becomes a devil and declares to protect Hell, feels guilty for the atrocities his brothers and Heaven have done, how he didn't shut it down and was a part of the problem, etc).

The horse from Hell he is talking about is probably a bicorn (a not very well-known folklore two-horned creature that is a fan of depraved people) or kelpie (a shape-changing aquatic spirit of Scottish legend known for tricking people into riding on them for some malevolent purpose) or just savage beasts of war that need no rider, the counterparts to the unicorn. So his methods of training the unicorn won't work on them.

Now to get back to my point on the switching of the address from Solomon, to Adam, and to Eve. It is just a theory but it could mean something like this:

"Daughter of Solomon": Used to express a personal or significant connection between them, possibly based on MC's predecessor's wisdom and who is known to be king of peace and someone who is loved by God and the devils.

"Daughter of Adam": Highlights common humanity (Adam represents humanity as the first human created according to biblical texts) while pointing out unique or odd characteristics.

"Daughter of Eve": Emphasizes femininity or human traits related to curiosity (Eve is tempted by the serpent to eat the forbidden fruit from the Tree of the Knowledge) or innocence (Genesis 2:25 states that "Adam and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame," indicating their complete innocence and lack of self-consciousness or worldly concerns, which explain the "You are runaway, or have no sense of crisis").

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Um, chile anyway so-

Lucifer has that brat-taming, bondage, and dacryphilia things going on... So be proud and bratty y'all-

[sherokutakari]

Okay okay okay but like

Everyone out here talking about Crowley's hinted at memory problems. How he remembers Heaven and making the stars, but not working with Saraqael. How he remembers going into battle, but not with Furfur. How he doesn't seem to remember Aziraphale in Eden, even though it turns out they met at the Pillars of Creation. How he knows what it's like, looking where the furniture isn't. Memory fussing. Clearly something Heaven Does.

But no one is talking about that Heaven's memory wiping was only mentioned once directly. And only in reference to Gabriel, who was explicitly not being cast down to Hell, but demoted.

Like some Cherub-turned-Principality, which could be either a promotion or demotion, depending on what Angelic Hierarchy you subscribe to?¹

What if the reason Crowley and Aziraphale's meeting in Eden seemed so first-meeting-ish not just because only Crowley's memory was messed with?

What if Aziraphale's memories had been also?

Neil said that these two had known each other for a LONG time between the s2 meet cute and the beginning of actual time/their meeting in Eden.² Surely Crowley would have given his name at SOME point if that were the case. And we know Aziraphale had a hard time switching from Crawly to Crowley, so even if he assumed his newly Fallen friend had intended to choose a new name, there's almost no way he *wouldn't* have just called him by whatever name he already knew him as. Why does he wait for Crawly to introduce himself, instead of just referring to him as Raphael, or Baraqiel, or Kokabiel, or Jophiel or whatever your favorite Proto-Crowley Angel Name is? And why does it seem like they don't even know each other, even a little bit?

What if they knew each other super well in Heaven, and after the Battle, both had their memories mucked about in, and both got Demoted??

What if in Eden they were meeting for the first time again, and they still ended up choosing each other over Heaven and Hell????

What if nothing the powers of Heaven and Hell can do can keep these two Inefffable Idiots apart????

Please help I'm .__o.>-<

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https://www.tumblr.com/isacksteban/780240921086328832/if-i-wrote-a-little-blurby-blurb-would-anyone-read?source=share

they're compelling me. the blurb will be the deciding factor as to whether i finally given in. no pressure tho 🤗

well you're in luck... heres my trans gabby x nico blurb!!

The 2025 season buzzed with a rare blend of anticipation and speculation. Paddock whispers turned into a media storm when Kick Sauber made a headline-grabbing announcement: their newest driver lineup would feature not only the returning veteran Nico Hülkenberg, but also an audacious, unexpected choice — Gabriella Bortoleto.

A talented rookie and reigning Formula 2 champion, Gabriella had taken the junior racing world by storm with her razor-sharp racecraft, calm under pressure, and charismatic presence both on and off the track. But what truly made the signing historic was that Gabriella would become the first ever full-time female driver in Formula 1 history — a milestone that thrilled fans, divided critics, and set the internet ablaze.

Yet behind the triumph and triumphalism, very few knew Gabriella’s full story.

Years earlier, she had been Gabriel — a name now tucked gently into the past. Gabriella had socially transitioned at a very young age, supported by a fiercely loving family and a select few in the motorsport world who respected her privacy. Her past wasn’t a secret, but it wasn’t a headline either. In the hyper-competitive, deeply traditional world of motorsport, she had quietly fought her own battles long before strapping into a Formula 1 car.

From the very moment she stepped into the Kick Sauber garage in Bahrain for pre-season testing, she turned heads — not out of novelty, but because of her unmistakable presence. She moved like she belonged. Her calm demeanor under pressure, the easy warmth in her smile, and her articulate reflections during debriefs caught everyone’s attention. Most of all, though, it was her speed. Her pace was undeniable.

Nico Hülkenberg, once considered the sport’s perennial unlucky hero, had returned to the grid expecting another season of gritty competition and maybe, if the car allowed, some fun battles in the midfield. He didn’t expect Gabriella.

He’d seen rookies before — most of them came in with wide eyes, heavy shoulders, and a desperate need to prove themselves. Gabriella was different. She was confident, but never arrogant. Calm, yet never dull. She asked questions. She listened. She learned. And more than anything, she carried herself with a quiet resilience that Nico couldn’t help but admire.

They bonded quickly, almost accidentally. It began with shared simulator sessions that stretched long into the night, both of them pushing setups and strategies, challenging each other to shave off milliseconds. Then came the companionable walks through the empty paddock after hours, helmet hair and all, talking about everything from tire compounds to childhood dreams.

Nico didn’t know when it shifted. Maybe it was the time she brought him coffee just the way he liked it, without asking. Or maybe it was the way she laughed — a real, full-bellied laugh — after he made some dry joke during a chaotic strategy meeting. Or how she clapped the loudest for him when he placed in Q3, even after a tough session of her own. Somewhere between the long nights and quiet mornings, Nico realized he’d fallen for her.

And Gabriella felt it too.

The closeness between them deepened — the subtle, lingering touches, the stolen glances during driver briefings, the way her expression softened when Nico was near. There was an intimacy in their shared silence, in the way they knew what the other needed before either of them said a word. But with that closeness came a familiar, creeping fear.

For Gabriella, affection had always been a tightrope walk. She had spent years learning to read people — to anticipate when admiration might curdle into something cruel. She knew what the world could be like when it discovered something it didn’t understand. And though she trusted Nico, part of her still braced for the moment it might all unravel.

Nico wasn’t oblivious. He knew there were things she hadn’t said out loud. He’d heard the whispers, the half-formed rumors floating in the media lounges and private WhatsApp chats. He didn’t care. But he also knew that caring might not be enough.

One quiet evening in Monaco, the city lay bathed in a soft golden hue, the sun dipping slowly into the horizon beyond the shimmering sea. From Gabriella’s balcony high above the marina, the world felt still — a rare, perfect silence that wrapped around them like a blanket. Below, the yachts bobbed lazily in the harbor, lights flickering to life one by one, but up here, it was just the two of them. No media, no pressure, no engine noise — just the faint sound of waves and the shared rhythm of their breaths.

Nico leaned against the railing, his arm brushing against hers, both of them content in the hush between them. She was curled into her chair, knees drawn up to her chest, wine glass untouched beside her. The air smelled faintly of salt and jasmine, and the last bits of sunlight danced in her dark curls. He looked at her like he always did — like she was something luminous. But tonight, Gabriella couldn’t bask in the warmth of it. Her heart was pounding too loudly, drowning out the quiet. The truth she’d carried for so long pressed against her ribs, aching to be spoken.

“Nico,” she said softly, her voice barely more than a breath.

He turned immediately, sensing the tremor in her tone. The ease between them shifted. Her hands were clenched together in her lap, her gaze on the horizon but unfocused, distant. He straightened, concern flickering across his face.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” she continued, eyes still fixed on the orange-streaked sky. “Before this goes any further. I owe you the truth.”

Nico waited, giving her the space she needed. He had a feeling, maybe deep down, that this moment was coming — that there was something Gabriella had been holding in. But he didn’t push. He never did.

She swallowed hard. “I was born a boy.”

The words came out raw, heavy with fear. Her voice trembled, her hands shaking slightly. “I transitioned a few years ago. It wasn’t sudden — I knew who I was when I was a kid. My parents supported me, and… I’ve been Gabriella for a long time now. Buy— barely anyone in the paddock knows. Not the press. Not the fans. And— I don't know... I'm so sorry I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to see me differently. Ididn’twanttoruinwhateverthisis.”

She paused, finally looking at him, eyes wide and brimming. “But I couldn’t keep lying by omission. Not to you. I care about you too much. And I’m scared. I’m scared you’ll pull away. Or tell someone. Or…” Her voice cracked. “Or that you’ll be disgusted.”

A long moment passed. Gabriella’s breath caught in her throat.

But then Nico reached out — not hesitating, not even for a second — and gently took her hand in his.

“Gabriella,” he said, voice steady, grounding. “Thank you. For trusting me. That takes more courage than most people will ever understand.”

She blinked at him, confused, vulnerable. Her lips parted like she was about to say something, to backtrack or apologize, but he shook his head slightly and held her gaze.

“You do know that doesn’t change how I feel about you, right?” he said. “Not even a little.”

Her eyes welled up, and she let out a shaky breath, the beginnings of tears shining on her lashes. “You’re not… angry? You’re not freaked out?”

“No,” he said firmly. “I still see you. You’re the same girl I’ve spent nights laughing with, racing beside, talking to until sunrise. That’s not going anywhere. I don’t care who you used to be — I never knew him. I know you.”

She stared at him, the words slowly sinking in, cracking through the years of armor she’d built around her heart.

“You really mean that?” she whispered.

Nico smiled, warm and unwavering. “I want to be with you, Gabriella. Not the idea of you. You.”

A laugh escaped her lips — light and wet with relief. “God, you have no idea how long I’ve been terrified of this.”

"It's all okay now,” he said gently.

And with that, she leaned into him, and his arms wrapped around her like they were made to fit. For the first time in what felt like forever, she allowed herself to feel safe.

Truly safe.

Wanted.

Seen.

[justheretodump]

this is going to be dc x danny phantom x miraculous ladybug x spiderman

pt 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

for those who aren't familiar with every show, here's a lore explanation

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when marinette had reached out to cat blanc, her heart bled with conflict. she had been wrong to give adrien the gift, wrong to use her powers for selfish reasons. regret coursed through her veins, sadness clouded her face with tears, and hatred brewed at the man gabriel agreste chose to be. her last visage was that of cat blanc kneeling in pain and her heart hurt for him.

---

peter parker had not survived his encounter with the vulture on the beach. he had enough time to tie the man up but amongst the scattered debris and plane cargo on the sand, he had slowly fallen to one knee, and then the other, before slumping forward with a last breath.

his only thought was that may parker would have dinner alone, and what kind of nephew was he to miss family dinner?

---

red robin did not trust many people. his family and his titans, undoubtedly. in a professional capacity, a few of the justice leaguers and close colleagues like gordon. outside of that, he tended to tread with caution. like every robin before and after, it was hard to refuse batman's particular brand of paranoia. dick had always stood out by sometimes (the key being sometimes) refusing bruce's hardheaded wariness. jason had the emotional intelligence of a pumpkin, though he would cooperate with "untrustwrothy allies" just to spite bruce. it fell on to tim, then, to be a carbon copy of his mentor. c'est la vie, and all that.

when batman received a call from constantine asking for technological help, red robin eyed the comm warily. justice league dark needed every member available due to the recent ghost cases and the australian running off had been bad timing.

"batman," the man's voice was serious and fast-paced in the echo of the cave, "jazz called from illinois, the call cut out, bad signal or something. she was panicking. i need you to try and trace it."

batman hadn't needed to say anything, red robin had already begun to search for all state phone towers emitting a weird signal.

"springfield isn't turning up anything."

"no, no," constantine denied bruskly, "she mentioned another place, amity park. i don't know where the fuck that is, she's never talked about it."

oracle, from her corner of the computer wall, piped in, "jazz fenton was transferred to springfield's house for wandering girls when her family passed away in a house fire in amity park."

"why would she visit her family house after all this time?" batman mused.

"well," barbara continued, "says here the house was passed to her name when she came of age. maybe she finally wanted to check on it."

"she wouldn't just leave," constantine pressed, "she was obsessed with the ghost cases we've got going on."

red robin stopped his typing to read the silenced comm link blaring at the edge of the screen. "batman, we've got zatanna online."

"oracle, patch her through."

while zatanna spoke to oracle through her headset, red robin frowned at the messages on the terminal. signals across the town were poor, barely enough to reach springfield. anything further than that was a miracle connection. citizens would have to direct all communication to springfield before accessing the wider world. red robin tried pingponging the signal to other stronger towers but they were incompatible. his frown deepened. what obscure provider did they contract for the town?

"batman," oracle called, voice steely, "we've got news about arabia.

the pit disappeared."

---

"superman," spoke red robin's voice through his earpiece. clark winced. sudden calls with no warning were the bats' specialty, no matter how disliked it was.

"hello to you too."

"busy in metropolis?"

clark stared from his place in the sky at the traffic jam on the expressway. he shrugged, "no, not really."

"great, i'm sending you coordinates to jazz fenton, she works with the jld. 45 minutes ago her call to constantine cut off. it's the first time she's talked to him in two weeks, gone missing somewhere in illinois."

clark darted through the air, red robin's no-nonsense voice cluing him in on the severity of the situation. he didn't know jazz fenton nor constantine very well, but a fellow hero in need of help was always an important matter.

he zoned in on the blinking dot of his wrist watch - a justice league perk from the bat himself.

"any idea what i'm going to get?"

"not really," red robin drawled, "all we know is she sounded like she was in a panic. the location isn't hers, it's her phone signal before it cut off."

"alright, be there in 5."

---

tucker foley blew a bubble with his gum, letting it pop in boredom as he walked down the sidewalk. it was a sunny weekend afternoon, and the record store had sold out of chappell roan albums already. probably paulina again. he couldn't be too mad, it was probably the lesbian gods favoring an actual lesbian.

the town was a bit more busy than usual. it was thanksgiving week and all the out of state family members were passing by to reunite.

nobody in the hustle of the square really stood out; there went the baxters arguing about how many potatotes were needed for dinner, and mr. lancer with his new partner (a boston dentist, mrs. babette had whispered over the grocery aisle last week).

pulling out his phone, he dialed sam. they were meeting later tonight, but tucker felt it was important to pass on that the dentist was wearing gothic clothing.

just as sam muttered a clipped "what do you want?" from the receiver, two very strange things happened before tucker foley.

one, a weird object whizzed through the air, too fast for the naked eye to fully figure out. tucker thought it was superman, which would've been pretty cool, but it was probably a fighter jet from the nearby base. they'd never taken their jets out before, but what did tucker know about military operations?

secondly, and perhaps the most important one, was a flash of ginger hair out of the corner of his eye. he turned to look, and the figure hurrying down the street made his breath catch. distant memories of a boy's laughter rang in his head as he watched jazz fenton, older and looking harried, basically speedwalk with her phone in hand.

he choked as he swallowed his gum.

"sam," he whispered, the girl replying with a worried "tucker?"

"sam, i think i just saw jasmine fenton."

[miraculousfanworks]

Writing Prompt: Sending your Father Down an Absurd Tangent 101

“So,” Father began stiffly, and Adrien perked up, giving his attention to his father’s uncharacteristic dinner time small talk, “is there anybody who has… taken your interest recently?”

Adrien shelved his curiosity about this most unusual question in favour for simply melting at the all-consuming thoughts of Marinette. Since he had finally acknowledged his not-just-a-friend feelings for her, he had fallen - and hard. He sighed happily.

“So there is someone, then?” his father pressed, and Adrien nodded.

“Yeah,” Adrien confirmed, with what he was sure was a dopey smile on his face.

“And who is this person?” his father coaxed.

“Multimouse.”

Adrien’s eyes widened. So did Father’s.

“Multimouse?” Father echoed.

Adrien gulped. He couldn’t correct Father now - that could give away Marinette’s secret identity! So he had no choice - he had to double down.

“Yep!” he said, and it wasn’t that hard to be convincing, after all, Multimouse was Marinette, and Multimouse was adorable.

“I don’t recall there being a Multimouse; do you not mean Polymouse?” his father asked with an even tone that probably would’ve made Adrien uneasy if he wasn’t already panicking.

“Nope, definitely Multimouse!” he confirmed. “She’s amazing!”

His father steepled his fingers under his chin, dinner long forgotten. “Can you tell me about this Multimouse?”

Adrien grinned. He could work with this, and for once, his father was interested in what he had to say! “Oh, where do I even begin?”

~/~

Gabriel felt like he was going to go insane. He had been up all night, and yet-

“Nathalie!” he roared, and she immediately entered the room, as stoic as usual.

“Yes, s-” her voice cut off as her eyes widened imperceptibly. “Sir, are you alright? You look…”

“I look what, Nathalie?” he snarled, breathing heavily.

“…unkempt,” she eventually admitted. “What’s wrong?”

“Who is Multimouse?”

She blinked, nonplussed, at him. How that infuriated him.

“Who?” she asked.

“Multimouse.”

“Don’t you mean Polymouse?” she asked.

“No!” he cried, anger, frustration, and sheer desperation spilling from him. “He said ‘Multimouse’ and described her as though she was real.”

“Who did, sir?”

“Adrien! Last night!” Gabriel exclaimed, running his hand through his hair for the umpteenth time. “We have dossiers on every single hero and akuma since the very beginning, and yet! No! Multimouse!”

“Don’t worry, sir, we’ll find her.”

~/~

Ladybug was having a most pleasant and akuma-free week, and it was a beautiful Saturday when she had decided to take a leisurely impromptu patrol around Paris during the gorgeous afternoon. After much interaction with happy civilians and being joined in her patrol by Chat Noir, nothing could’ve made this wonderful day turn sour… until Shadowmoth appeared.

Ladybug and Chat Noir were on immediate alert and battle ready, but something felt… off about Shadowmoth, Ladybug thought, almost manic.

“Ladybug! Chat Noir!” he called out. “Please!”

Ladybug frowned, but didn’t lower her guard. “What do you want?”

“Please!” he begged, collapsing onto his knees on the rooftop in front of them. “I need to know!”

“Know what?” asked Chat Noir.

“Who the hell is Multimouse?!”

(Pre-reveal, pre-season 5, possible identity reveal, fluff, crack, love square.)

Prompt by: SeasOfSilver. They've requested you tag them if you write a fic based on this.

[ilikekidsshows]

ml dragging on forever and ta's intent to keep it going for as long as possible (if im remembering that correctly, sounds like something he'd say) means the show is going to keep highlighting the writing failures. years into the future and no progress? marinette's a shitty ladybug despite all the hype she gets from her yes men (who might be just as trapped as alix tbh considering that if she needs all 18+ heroes, they can't leave paris until they get the butterfly, which sounds like it's gonna be never). the butterfly won't be used for heroism in the main continuity. the idea of lila as the butterfly in the future sucks because she's always been such a nobody character. she's still a nobody character even now as the new big bad. if it's a different butterfly villain it means marinette failed to get it back again which further shows she sucks as a hero. there's nothing they can do that can make any of it good without making some other part of the story worse.

---

Remember how the London Special had lines that were basically the writers bragging about how good they are at keeping their formula interesting and how it just requires them to change things up every once in a while? If that's true, then why is Marinette still doing the same stupid things, just escalated? All that's changed is that the circumstances around her have actually lowered the stakes.

They're basically escalating the wrong things. Marinette has gone from sabotaging a game show to hurt Kagami's chances with Adrien and breaking into her phone to check if she's been in contact with Adrien to following Adrien's new friend around, faking an Akumatization to avoid facing consequences for that and (unintentionally) breaking said girl’s prosthetics as a result of that. Yet, the stakes motivating Marinette have fallen so low they are nonexistent. Adrien is no longer the crush she feels she has little chance with, he has become her insanely doting boyfriend. Anyone thinking he’d dump her just because of Sublime is the actual joke of the episode instead of the cringe comedy that got stale five years ago.

Similarly, the new Butterfly is supposed to be bigger and badder because of how mysterious “they” are, but they’ve already shown us it's Lila, so the audience is aware that the heroes are treating a teenaged girl with limited resources as a bigger threat than the fully grown rich man all the while they have a whole team of superpowered allies. We're once again at the point that made the audience think Gabriel getting the Miraculous in the S4 finale was a good thing: the heroes have so much manpower, magical power and resources that them not winning instantly every time just makes them look incompetent at utilizing it all, which is a bad thing when your protagonist’s claim to fame is her superior planning ability.

Considering how the show has “progressed” so far, I can hardly wait for season 10 where Manon is the new Butterfly holder and Marinette has a whole two Miracle Boxes’ worth of Miraculous to combat this unbeatable toddler with. And she'll still be making even less progress than she is now.

I can just see the average episode now. Adrien makes a new friend, who happens to be, wait for it, a super competent girl, and Marinette feels insecure in her relationship with Adrien, despite them being engaged. In her jealousy, I mean, concern over making sure this girl isn't a spy for the new Butterfly, Marinette ends up poisoning her on purpose, but only because she thought she was evil! And the girl survives and thinks the poisoned cookies tasted great and asks Marinette for the recipe!

Also, Adrien proposed with his Amok but the fans insist it's totally okay because the writers said on twitter that you can't give unintentional commands with the Amoks and Marinette can be trusted to not give them on purpose. They all ignore how there’s also an episode where they introduce a new family member for Adrien who’s manipulating him and, instead of talking about it with Adrien, because having that kind of conversation is so uncomfortable, Marinette orders him to “stand up for himself” or other such rot, and the stans insist this total disregard of Adrien as a thinking, feeling human being is okay because it was to help Adrien and besides, it wasn't a real command because the episode left it unclear if Marinette used the ring or not.

I know what I'm risking by typing this all out, because this show has a track record of doing the exact thing I describe as the worst-case-scenario, but, maybe, in another ten years, when season 10 is actually airing, we’ll be able to laugh at how stupidly, predictably awful this show is.

[fellthemarvelous]

Invisible scars

(TW: religious trauma)

Looking at me, you wouldn't know that I've survived religious trauma. The marks of religious trauma are seldom visible. In fact, I had no idea for the longest time that I had religious trauma (I thought it was a thing that happened to other people). I simply spent decades questioning the reasons I felt like I was so broken on in the inside. I kept trying to figure out what I was doing wrong and why I never felt happy or like I was never able to connect to anyone. I had no idea that my experience with the church as a small child is what shaped me into the anxiety-ridden, majorly depressed disaster creature I am today.

I spent 12 years learning inside of Catholic schools. It has taken me more than 20 years to process and deconstruct, and I am always going to be a work in progress. I was brainwashed into believing the very worst about myself, and I was always just beyond saving because I had the misfortune of being a woman in a church that taught us that women experience pain during childbirth as a natural consequence of Eve eating the apple, which is why they enjoy making us suffer in the first place. They taught us that Adam ate the apple because Eve seduced him, so even though Adam also ate the apple, his sin still wasn't as bad as Eve's because she did it first and used sex to get him to do the same. They placed the blame for Original Sin squarely on Eve and thus onto every single girl who entered the church. If a boy did something to me that I didn't like, it's probably because I did something to provoke him first.

Do you know what I learned to do at a very young age just to be able to cope with that?

I learned to use humor to deflect when I was struggling. I smile when I don't want people to know I'm sad. I laugh at inappropriate times, especially when I'm uncomfortable. I learned to bottle up all of my emotions because expressing anything other than happiness is bad. I learned to compartmentalize. I taught myself how to pull out the right emotion for the right occasion because I was always striving to be who I thought everyone else wanted me to be. It was exhausting.

In the midst of all of this, I'm trying to figure out which parts of me are really me and which parts of me are things that were put into my head. If you've experienced indoctrination, you know what I'm talking about. They pulled us apart as small children and placed us in specific boxes and told us that deviating from the norm was bad.

Crowley is a fallen angel. His change from angel to demon is drastic on the outside.

You know he fell and that his wings turned black and he ended up in a pool of boiling sulfur. It's the reason Crowley is so easy to sympathize with. He suffered unfairly because of arbitrary rules that deemed him unforgivable. He's accepted that part of himself. He's clever and creative and it has helped him find ways to get out of doing his job for centuries. Hell doesn't care how jobs get done just as long as someone does them, and at this point humanity is doing more to damn themselves than the demons are able to keep up with. They're tired and overworked. Hell is overpopulated even though it should be infinite in size. Crowley wants no part of that system because he sees it for what it is, just as he sees Heaven for what it is. He has the marks to prove that he is one of the damned, but that has given him all the perspective he needs to see that both sides are fucked up and toxic and "irredeemable" (just like him). He has yet to fully let go of the hold Heaven has over him because of how badly he got hurt.

Aziraphale is still an angel.

He never fell, and he doesn't know why. He has lied to God. He has lied to Gabriel repeatedly. He lies to protect Crowley. He lies to protect humanity.

Remember, Crowley and Aziraphale started off in the same place.

They both started off as angels who were created to do God's bidding. Aziraphale is the one who told Crowley what he'd heard about everything shutting down in 6,000 years. He was simply trying to make conversation. He didn't think it was something Crowley would object to. Angels were just supposed to go along with God's plans, but Crowley had a different opinion and was vocal about it. Where did Aziraphale get his information in the first place? Why does nobody ever ask this question?

Aziraphale knows Heaven is toxic. He's not blind. We need to move past this idea that because he still has love for God that he doesn't know Heaven is fucked up. He never fell, and it's something he still fears because who the hell doesn't fear the thought of eternal torment, especially if you know it's real? God has never cast him out of Heaven though and he doesn't know why. It's probably something that hangs over his head like the Sword of Damocles.

Letting go is not an easy task. Aziraphale has always been an angel. He didn't have his identity ripped from him the same way that Crowley did. Crowley had to adapt to a brand new way of existing because he was cast out of Heaven.

Crowley's trauma is evident on the outside. Aziraphale's trauma is hidden on the inside. Just because you can't see it doesn't mean it isn't there.

Crowley was an angel and then he was a demon, but he doesn't want to be labeled as either.

Aziraphale has only ever known how to be an angel. He's only ever known the ways of Heaven.

I'm only in my early 40s. It has taken me 20+ years to undo 12 years of religious abuse. Aziraphale is immortal. He and Crowley have abandoned their jobs, but four years in the space of millions isn't a lot. No one overcomes indoctrination in four years. Especially when you had millions of years of blind obedience indoctrinated into you. It simply does not work that way no matter how much you want to believe it can.

It has taken me more than two decades to learn how to stop hating myself. I still have no idea how to love myself, but it's something I'm trying to learn.

My entire identity was wrapped up in what the church told me it would be. Once I fully denounced it and all organized religion, I found out I had no idea who I was. No one had prepared me for a life outside of this one very specific identity and role that I was expected to fill based on a very specific box I was placed into.

I still struggle with black and white concepts. It's hard to unlearn when you have no other basis for comparison, but that doesn't mean it's impossible. It means that these changes do not and will not ever happen overnight.

The fall didn't just affect the demons though. It affected the angels as well. Look at how tightly wound the angels are. They're always trying to do the good thing, but they have no idea what that actually means, and you realize this when Uriel asks The Metatron if they had done something wrong. They are scared of making mistakes, but none of them know what they are supposed to be doing since Gabriel disrupted the status quo. You can see they are unsure of themselves and of each other. The concept of free will is so foreign to them, but Aziraphale showed all of them that it was in their grasp when he allowed Gabriel and Beelzebub to decide where to go so they could be together.

It takes a lot of audacity (and sheer ignorance) to dismiss Aziraphale as power-hungry and abusive.

Aziraphale did nothing to punish Gabriel and Beelzebub. He allowed them to leave because they were in love with each other, and he knows what that feels like. He thought he was about to get the same fate with Crowley until The Metatron showed up and refused to take no for an answer.

He doesn't want to fix Heaven because he thinks it's perfect. If he thought it was perfect he wouldn't want to fix it.

Aziraphale is going back into the Lion's Den. He knows what he's going up against. He's been humiliated and belittled and abused by Heaven for thousands of years.

His scars are there even though you can't see them, and he hides his pain with humor and silliness.

When I see people advocating for Aziraphale to suffer even more because they don't think he has suffered enough, I find myself sitting back in one of those classrooms in Catholic school being told that I deserve the bad things that happen to me because I somehow failed to measure up to some impossible metric. The cruelty of that mindset aimed at Aziraphale is kinda the reason Crowley hates Heaven in the first place because he's been there too.

And as someone who is processing religious trauma, it's disheartening to see people say that because Aziraphale has yet to fully let go of Heaven that he deserves harsher treatment. Crowley would definitely not agree with that sentiment.

[another-lost-mc]

(Fallen) Angels Round Table Discussion: Fashion

Featuring: A mixed bag of canon and OC angels and some of their fallen brethren.

"So, honest question - who comes up with these outfit designs?"

GABRIEL: Most angels meet with someone from the tailoring guild and they can request what sorts of clothing they'd like.

SERAPHIEL: Clothing is also a popular gift for angels that pass their ascension trials.

"Does hierarchy or rank have anything to do with the types of clothes angels are allowed to wear?"

SIMEON: Not really. It mostly boils down to preference. Certain styles are more practical than others too. For example, most of the warriors choose not to wear robes on a daily basis. I only wear mine for very special occasions.

METATRON: Michael and Lucifer couldn't be more different style-wise and they were both Seraphs.

MICHAEL: I designed a new outfit for Lucifer that was a little bit more...relaxed...but he wouldn't wear it. Asmodeus even helped with it.

LUCIFER: That’s exactly why I refused. You show enough skin for both of us.

"Now that you mention it, is there a practical reason for designing tight clothes with, um, decorative cut-outs?"

RAPHAEL: It helps us stay cool and prevent heat sickness during our hottest season.

HABUHIAH: Loose clothing isn't comfortable to wear underneath armor.

RAPHAEL: I don't think that's much of a concern anymore.

HABUHIAH: You have more faith than I do when it comes to certain demons.

BELIAL: Are you still upset about our little scuffle in the human world? It's been nearly five-thousand years.

URIEL: You mean the pointless war that you started?

BELIAL: It was actually very profitable.

URIEL: You're the worst.

GABRIEL: Shh, darling. Just pretend he's not here.

BELIAL: That's not very nice, Gabe. You haven't missed me even a teeny-tiny bit?

HABUHIAH: You can't be serious.

METATRON: If we have time later, I'd love to talk to you about your involvement in that skirmish. The official records we have aren't very detailed.

BELIAL: Say no more! I'd be delighted to stay as long as necessary and—

GABRIEL: Absolutely not.

"So, back to the whole why angelic clothing is so revealing thing...?”

SERAPHIEL: Right. Well, from a utility point of view, form-fitted clothes usually work best because you still want to be able to move your body freely without any restrictions. Wearing something flimsy like a cloak is a potential disaster too, at least if you're in a fight.

RAPHAEL: Michael learned that the hard way.

URIEL: The younglings were in the garden and got a firsthand demonstration about combat safety so at least something good came from it.

MICHAEL: You set your cloak on fire by accident one time and your friends never let you forget it.

RAPHAEL: That was an accident? I thought you did it on purpose to get out of training that day.

SIMEON: The point is, a lot of those considerations aren't as important as they used to be. Now we simply wear what we like.

AZRA: Are we going to gloss over the other very important reason? That some of us just wanted to look good?

LUCIFER: Riveting input from our resident incubus.

HABUHIAH: What's that gesture Azazel is making with his hand?

SERAPHIEL: I'm not sure, but judging by Lucifer's expression it's probably not nice.

MICHAEL: Their demonic forms are much more impressive than the photos I've seen on Devilgram.

RAPHAEL: Should we try to stop them?

SIMEON: It's more entertaining if we don't.

METATRON: But I don't want anyone to get hurt.

URIEL: Wait, why is Belial fighting now too?

SERAPHIEL: He's upset that his suit got scorched when one of their wayward spells hit him by accident.

GABRIEL: I hope you're pleased with yourself since this was all your idea, Michael. But I have to admit, I expected much worse.

MICHAEL: See, I told you not to worry. It's just like old times!

A/N: Here's something silly that helped distract me from real life stuff that's kept me busy lately. This vaguely incorporates some Celestial Realm headcanons/worldbuilding, and to be honest, I just wanted to throw these characters into a room and see what happened. (Chaos. Chaos happened.)

[the-ineffable-dance]

A Companion to Owls is my favorite of the minisodes. Possibly my favorite story in the whole show. But more than it being just good fun and visually amazing, (plus, it gives us Bildad the Shuhite, I mean, come on..)

Job's story, really, is the beginning of "our side."

Before the Job story, Aziraphale and Crowley of course know each other, but I think it's still been a bit of feeling each other out. No one has really put themselves out where they could get into trouble. There's the chat on the walls of Eden, and then again at the Flood. In both of those, Crowley does a little pushing of Aziraphale's boundaries, but Aziraphale, regardless of his internal struggle, outwardly toes the party line... Heaven's plans, no matter how they might look, are in fact ineffable.

In Job, we see for the first time that they are beginning to really see each other. Aziraphale knows that Crowley doesn't want to kill off Job's goats or his children.

Though, of course, he's got to be a little smug about it.

And even when Crowley puts that to the test when he's setting the house on fire, Aziraphale remains confident in Crowley's innate goodness. And is again proven right when Crowley miracles them all into the cellar.

Crowley, for his part, knows that Aziraphale is starting to question the ineffable plan. God and Satan making bets, letting Job be tormented by demons, killing children... he sees the questions that Aziraphale is starting to have, and eases the path for him by being receptive to those questions.

Here we also have the start of Aziraphale's hedonism and love of human things. He's not quite ready to take the step of drinking alcohol, but he does accept Crowley's temptation to eating... and realizes that he's starving. It's his first bite in his entire existence, and he eats an entire ox! It's a small step from there to other things that we see him loving in the present... wine, music, books, clothes (I'm looking at you, 1793), all the things the other angels look down on him for, and Crowley probably introduced him to.

In 1941, they have the exchange, "You told me to trust you." "And you did." But I think that we have that here, too... for the very first time. When Sitis and Job are told that their children are dead, Aziraphale and Crowley put on quite the show with their cobbler/midwife and angel straight man performance. It's actually quite impressive... every time one of them leans on the other to keep up the charade, the other obliges...

It's important to remember just how dangerous this dance is for both of them. First of all, Crowley could not be in a worse place. Not only is there a host of angels here, Gabriel the Supreme Archangel is in the lead. To find a demon here, interfering in the ineffable plan, would certainly end in a smiting. His cleverness and the trust of Aziraphale are the only things that keep him one step ahead.

Secondly, Aziraphale himself is in great danger. Not only has he been collaborating with a demon, tempted into eating, and so on, but he is lying to Gabriel's face. We've seen him lie before. Most memorably to God when she asked where his sword went. But those were little white lies, with few ramifications. "These are his new children" is a direct contradiction to what the Plan is. He is for the first time, turning from the Heavenly Plan, and instead throwing in his lot with Crowley.

Which brings me to my final point...

Aziraphale is terrified of falling. But he was willing to do it to save the children. And that is something that means a lot to Crowley. When he realizes that Aziraphale thinks he's already fallen, he does tease him a little bit, but more importantly, he is soft and kind, talking him through this huge change in worldview.

The most touching moment is when Crowley admits that this path he is walking and Aziraphale now finds himself on is lonely. Crowley has been feeling it since the Garden... but now, it will be less lonely. Aziraphale doesn't have to face it alone, because Crowley will be there, too. Now, they have "us."